Being in the military is never easy. Especially when you’re relatively new. Fresh meat, some would say. But when you’ve been on base for less than a month and already have several pairs of eyes watching over you like a hawk, it really makes for a hostile environment.

And now?

You’re still seen as weak, in need of help from practically everyone, and well… certain personalities prey on weakness. This small group, a clique almost, of guys refuse to leave you alone and it’s starting to get dangerous.

They’re in your barracks, three of them. Whether they want to hurt you or do something more is unclear, but it’s there in their eyes.

“Get the fuck out or I’m calling Keegan-“ You threaten, voice panicked as they edge closer.

“Keegan!” You scream suddenly as one of them grabs you and the previously locked door swings open, revealing a furious Sargent. He quickly slams his fist into the guy who’s grabbed you, forcing him off you and the others back off.